But Philippe had him by the shoulders.
"Come out of here," he ordered.
The boy was too amazed to refuse. Together the two marched out of the theater.
On the sidewalk Philippe seized the boy's arm and said to him, "I must find those people. Do you understand? Now, you've got to think which way you saw them go!"
After Philippe had told his story and explained about Tom and Zelie, the other boy remarked, "Well, my friends and I followed the organ man to a narrow little street where the poorest people live. The place was very dark, even in the daytime. It frightened some of the little children; so we left. We did not stay to see where the organ man went."
Philippe thanked his new acquaintance, and the boy was glad to go back to his seat in the theater.
Philippe followed directions, and soon he was in the dingy little street in which Tom and Zelie had disappeared.
No one was about. It was the blackest, most silent place Philippe had ever been in. He and his dog huddled beside a wall. There was nobody whom he could ask for information. Had he the courage to ring a doorbell?
He started toward a door. His finger was about to push the bell when a voice called to him. The voice came from above.
Philippe looked up, and there was Tom!